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Fortunate Ones – Mad Lords lyrics

They try to be shady like they're Eminem on Halloween
Don't respect us because we don't have the biggest following
Our purpose is gardening, planting seeds in minds
Hottest rappers got the heat while I'm sitting home with lines
Spur of the moment, need green like Splitter
Deflower a dime before the change makes her wither
Never owned a gun but I still say
I'm about to kill me a nigga
I'm about to kill me a nigga
All these verses and beats
They still don't give a fuck
If we make it serge will we ever lose touch?
Bonds break ask Barry, no bailing out, it's scary
Money looking scarce with no hits to carry
Will I die an old dirty bastard with a fantasy
Or will I die like Old Dirty bastard, worldwide travesty
Smoking more joints than the human body
Trying to calm down but all this stress really got me
Road trip to hell, death calling shotty
And it's filled with family, nigga
Couldn't see as high as I be
On alert like the Jewish Army
Need bread like Italians, drinking on a Heineken
World War ii in my stomach as I plummet
Like atomic bombs, watching Japanese Anime
You see the shit I'm on
In a biz where getting conned is a habit
It's too tragic, just imagine
If you're open minded then they call you faggot
I'd be damn if I'm living in a life that's stagnant
Reaching a stature is the ultimate capture
Don't get it? Life's a bitch
Fuck being Tony Danza
Some people lust money
I'm just not romantic

They try to be funny like Macaulay Culkin when he was Kevin
But they forget that Martin stopped airing in '97
So I stopped laughing homie, label me manic depressive
Trying to figure out a scheme without the Smith & Wesson
Spur of the moment, I need love like Lucy
That Don Draper is based on my life so loosely
Never cared for sloppy seconds but just off of G
'Bout to take your bitch, I'm about to take your bitch
That's what you wanna hear all on the radio?
Write my song in seconds and then you're gonna pay me, bro?
All these sleepless nights with no residuals
You mean to tell me that I could have rapped with this type of flow?
Well hhallelujah, it just came to me
Feeling like when Batman got his back broke by Bane and 'em
Thinking that I failed, we failed so painfully
Gary when we make it I think we'll go crazy
At the vma's and the Grammy's gonna get dissed
My fucking speech is as long as Schindler's List
No thank you's, grab my balls as I smirk for the boo-hoo's
When you're fortunate no such thing as a lose-lose
Fearless like kamikazes
I hate you more than Kanye hates the paparazzi
That was a freebie
No dummies as my friends like Phoebe
Try something different and they call it feces
Will I die Notorious like B. I. G?
Or will I die just a big notorious absentee?
You the type to fuck bitches with dudes names on 'em
I'm the type to walk away from fame like Dave and 'em

Oh, I'm dropping dimes tonight

Try to make ends meet
You're a slave to money
Then you die



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